"Kneel down!"
My words were simple, yet carried an irrefutable command.
Watching me kill, Farrell's men clasped their heads and knelt on the ground.
"Who are you?"
Farrell slowly knelt next to his desk, glaring at me, "Do you know who I am?"
"Do you know who I am?" I walked up with a smile.
Same question, same answer.
Farrell shut his mouth.
"Let me introduce myself, I'm Kenny, Kenny Clark!"
"Fuck!" Farrell stared at my cheek, "Executioner Kenny Clark?"
"That's me." I walked up to Farrell, pointing to the secretary beside him. "Woman, don't look, turn around!"
The female secretary turned, I could see her hips trembling, she was terrified.
The henchmen one by one lowered their heads, trembling all over.
Kenny Clark, the butcher of Miami, represented madness and death!
Executioner Kenny Clark?
Mia was equally shocked, she knew very well what this title represented, executioner, headsman, butcher!
